make this cat purr ;

Sky walked Denver to the centre of the first hall, where they stood upon a fancy mosaic flooring, the sort of art and craftsmanship that only a true Roman could get a grasp on. And that was exactly what Sky was. Every bit of her home mirrored the greatest of noble houses in Ancient Rome, to marble pillars laced with gold, a statue of the great, the unquestionable, Julius Caesar, and thick, floor sweeping curtains of a royal red. Sky had to have everything be breathtaking, just like the view from her bedroom balcony.

"Yes, a dress. You will wear it I hope, or at least consider doing so. Not that I will be offended if you decide to turn up on the night in something else." Sky steered Denver in the direction of another grand room, this one with a ceiling that looked far too expensive for a silly old ceiling. A man with a dozen others in attendance was waiting, and when Sky saw him she smiled widely, leaving Denver’s side to air kiss his cheeks. The two exchanged words in Italian, before Sky turned again to meet Denver’s eyes in excitement. She pranced back to the woman, picked up her hands, and smiled. "Imported all the way from my home country, you see. The finest of material, the best of the dress makers." Sky, still clutching Denver’s hand, turned back to the man and signalled for the dress to be brought out. 

Going from room to room, there was nothing Denver could say, her eyes wide like a child in a candy store as her employer shared her home. If there was one thing that Denver admired about Sky, it was the fact that the woman was warm, despite what people thought about her kind. Whatever the female had to give, she would give it, and she would help in anyway. 

Once the two entered the final room within their short tour they were welcomed by a man who seemed to have nothing but the up most affection and respected for Sky, and it seemed the more Denver got to know the woman, the more she seemed to find that people not only gravitated towards her, but all treated her the same way. 

"I'm sure I will wear it, I bet it's stunning."

Her own hand now moving to rest over the other woman's own, Denver shot her an excited smile as they awaited the reveal of this mysterious dress.

"Thanks. Ill give you a call - My name is Denver, by the way."

Pretty sure that was important, Denver moved forward as well and started to place her own items behind the 'next customer' sign, she wondered just how this would work. 

At the mention of attending the party however, the assistant perked up once more, Sky confirming what Denver had been hoping for just moments before, though before she could reply, Sky carried on ... And Denver was thankful she did. Connections. It was the word that everyone wanted to hear. You couldn't go anywhere on your own.

"Sometimes I wondered just how I will ever thank you, but I could start with gushing, if that would even be a starting point."

This time around, Denver offered a genuine smile, and it lit up her whole face, erasing each and every shadow for a long moment before it melted, just a little, as they continued up the drive. Never before had the female been within her employers home, but the grand scale of it was not a surprise in the least, though the amount of sleek vans parked outside were. All were party orientated, and everyone on the lawn were dressed perfectly in flattering uniforms. These people created parties for the rich and famous, and they had to look the part.

"A dress?..."

Drawing her gaze back to the Sky once more as her door was opened, Denver was silent for a moment. No other employer had treated her such as Sky, and Denver had a feeling that having Sky behind her would more than propel her within the right direction.

He let an easy smile grace his lips “Pretty.” he replied as she told him her name.  He paused for a moment, “Garreth, my name is Garreth,” he replied, forcing himself to keep a smile on his face. 

After a steady breath he pretended to be deep in thought, watching her, as if rattling around in his head for a species “Werecat?” he questioned, voice almost unsure of his answer, though he was actually very positive that that was what she was. It wasn’t too often that Garreth was incorrect in his guesses, he had years of practice to thank for that. 

Without even a crippling hint of hesitation, Denver took the last two steps, crossing the space between she and Garreth until there was hardly even room to breath.His scent hit her like a freight train, blanketing them both before her own mingled in-between; warm and sweet. There was no way she was looking away, and as she tilted her head and held his eyes within her own, the female felt the cat flicker through them, the deep colour flashing though beneath the heavy hood of her thick lashes.

"You didn't specify just what you would get if you won."

Fight didn't have to be all about violence, but as the female lifted a hand to the males cheek, her fingertip tracing slowly down along the hard angle of his jaw and the stubble found there, she was fighting, and knew that Garreth would know so too. If he wanted to take her life, like some humans did, then Denver dared him to try, she didn't fear him in the least. Despite no longer having the whole light dancing over her, the blonde female knew that he could now see every curve of her body, and as she breathed, the slow rise and fall of her chest almost fluttered against his own.

Slowly, almost agonizingly so, Denver let her fingers continue their descent, following the hard, very male lines of his body and upon reaching his collarbone, hidden within his top, a lazy smile took to her full lips. 

"I’m sorry for bumping into you, I was distracted." He excused himself with a sorry looking smile. "Where are you headed?" Luke questioned. "I could walk you, if you like." Although he’d already said sorry a handful of times, his offer was more of an extension to his apology, hoping that perhaps he could make up for his clumsiness. "I could keep anybody else from walking into you, since you’re so busy." He then added for good measure, although with his attention span, it was probably not the greatest idea he’d ever had since it had become apparent that such simple things distracted him. "It’s the very least I can do."

Thick and heavy, almost a purr as the words left her full lips Denver couldn't help but smirk, something telling her that it would be easy to get this one flustered. Those dark eyes of hers found his own as he bent slightly to find her face, and she held him there for a long moment, not daring to look away.  His touch was then gone and she was biting back a laugh, lifting her hand and waving off his apology; there was no point in worrying about something so silly. 

"Honestly, don't worry about it, probably shouldn't have had my head down so much, anyway."

Offering him nothing but a shrug of her slender shoulders hidden within her long coat, Denver went to move past him slowly but was surprised when he kept talking, asking her where she was going and offering to walk with her, explaining it was the least he could. Not many people almost knocked you onto the pavement then offered to walk with you just for the hell of it ... Why not? 

"The Feeding room. I'm Sky's personal assistant, and yeah, you can walk with me if you like."

Angling her body a little to face him once more, Denver found that smirk all over again and offered the male her hand; long fingers outstretched for his.

"My name's Denver."

"Never said I hated Jesus." he replied, cocking his head to the side, he dropped his hand to his side, tapping the cig with his index finger, excess ashes falling to the cement sidewalk. Garreth glanced around them briefly before he allowed his blue gaze to settle back on her. She was confident—almost overly so, not that that was a surprise but it meant she knew he was human. Most supernatural species had a knack for being able to tell however between her movements and the fact that she’d already narrowed down his species he was weighing between two creatures in his head. And when she spoke again she’d only confirmed one of his suspicions. 

The corner of his mouth quirked up into an amused smirk “Careful, you’ll give it away.” he commented, before lifting his chin just a fraction of an inch. “Truthfully I was really looking forward to a name but we’ll do it your way.” he replied with a sigh. Garreth dropped what was left of his cig on the ground and stepped on it, putting it out. He already knew what she was but he didn’t want to come off as if he knew too much. 

"Werewolf?" Wrong. But she didn’t know he knew that. 

"It's Denver, my name - How about I give you that for free."

Shrugging her slender shoulders now, her warm, naked skin exposed because of the low cut of her dress, Denver found his face once more and then his eyes, holding his gaze within her own as she waited for his next guess. Everything about the woman was catlike, and she knew so, liked it. The idea of having a wolf held no interest, dogs would go to anyone with a treat, but cats? If they hung around, you knew they trusted you. Were loyal, and if there was one thing Denver was it was loyal to those she wanted to keep close.

"What about yours? Something tells be its not something like Ben."

Raising one of her eyebrows, and finishing the last of her drink, interest now danced in her eyes.

"Yes, it is all about you. Horrible slave driver..."

Smirking now, those full lips of hers turning upward almost sinisterly, Denver leaned back a little in the plush seats and crossed her long slender legs. Almost everything about this moment screamed of the life that the female wanted for herself. Drivers, town cars, and yes, even the tinted windows, only thing that needed to change? The notebook belonging to Sky; not herself. Not being born into this sort of life was maybe the only thing Denver resented about her father and nonexsistant mother, which was crazy stupid, but this resentment was only erased once more by the fact that her father had understood this and allowed his daughter to be mad at him for a reason he did not fully understand. So, suppose Denver wasn't mad about it at all...

"Those dresses are less than flattering, they hide everything about a woman which needs to be seen."

Saying the words almost sadly, but still smiling with excitement that she was to be involved in something such as this, the woman jotted down the theme and other important bits and bobs into today's slot, wondering just how many of these things her boss had hosted. People in this town were different, which sort of made the fact that the two woman were both something other than human very normal. A lot of people had this thing where they only needed a moment to know just what you were, and that was a very nice party trick and all, but in the end, that's just what it was. The whole 'he is, she is' thing really got on the assistants nerves sometimes. So, if you asked her just what Sky was, the only reply you would have gotten was 'who the hell cares?'. Of course, the cat whispered things to her, told her stories of what the woman, or any one, could be, their scent sparking some sort of interest, but that interest belonged to the cat. All that mattered was that Sky was nice, had given Denver an opportunity, and she wasn't about to throw that away.

"I assume that everything is already under way at location, what is it you need me to take care of?"

"Me, a model?"

Don't get Denver wrong, the cat and herself were both very vain, but a model? This was sounding more and more like a bad pick up line at a bar ... unless the woman was actually serious, then, well, that didn't matter either because still had the blonde confused. Her, a model? There were worse things that could happen, apart from working with Sky, Denver really didn't have a whole lot going on right now, so ... suppose she could listen a bit.

"Suppose though, if you are trying to get me interested we should have coffee, or something?"

They only needed a few things, milk, eggs, and bread. Ashton picked up a couple of bags of fish and cookies, because why the hell not? Normally she would have just gone to the corner store, but this town didn't really have those. So instead she was standing in an outrageously long line, waiting to check out for her little bit of items. Not to mention all the smells that were constantly plaguing her since she moved her, and they seemed to be so much stronger in the small space. But under it all, something seemed to smell familiar, welcoming and simple. 

It caused her eyes to glance up and around, wondering what it could be, not that she would be able to figure it out. She still had no idea how to tell what was what. Her skills seriously neglected. Her brown orbs scanned the lines and then stopped as she landed on a blonde, two people behind her. The girl was beautiful and seemed to be also annoyed at the lines. But Ashton only care about her being a model, and nothing more. So she acted, she poked the man behind her on the shoulder, asked him if he would like to go ahead, he jumped on that idea and then repeated to do the same to the elder woman in-between them as well. 

For a minute or two, the female entertained the thought of climbing atop of one of the counters and starting an uprising. An uprising of ... the supermarket. Just like that, the vision of her being some sort of hero was gone, and with a deep sigh the blonde blew a few strands of hair from her face and tried to go to her happy place.

Pulled back a few moments later by a voice, it took Denver a little while to realise that the question was directed at her, and unable to hide her shock just stood there and blinked a little. Had her mouth have fallen open she may have even caught flies. Was this a ... Pick up line? Because it seemed strange coming from a woman,  not that Denver was picky it was just from experience woman seemed to just understand that most pick up lines were horrible, but this one, this pick up line was very male.

"Have you?"

"I'm more than sure that this place hasn't forgotten the last, but what theme are you doing this time?"

They were always sort of themed, and always hugely grand. A small smile forming on her lips Denver allowed herself to remember, if only just for a moment, when she was younger and she had sat at her bedroom window on the nights of Skys' parties. They seemed like the most unobtainable thing on the planet, and for weeks after they were all people seemed to speak out; Denver heard them talking whenever she was out. Now it looked as if her wishes were coming true, and she might actually be not only attending, but helping create the whole thing.

Coming back to the moment the young female searched her employers face, waiting for her to give each and every instruction.

Having spent most of her day wandering and dealing with getting people to return their missing books, Evan had needed to stop by to see her ever growing friend, Sky by the end of the day. It had been rough, and the Vampire was becoming a better comfort, with every day that passed.

Making her way through the feeding room, which at this time of day was nearly empty, except for the early birds, who wanted to reach hammered before anyone else got to the bars that night, she went back to the offices, and made her way up the stairs to the door that lead to Sky’s office. She knocked on the door to the middle room, where that blonde girl Devin or something would be waiting, as secretary to the vampire. 

Crossing her long, slender legs now and leaning back in the office chair, Denver placed a pencil atop her lip and balanced it between her nose, going cross eyed as she tried her hardest not to let the pencil fall, and she was doing great - Until there was a knock on the door. Bolting upright in her seat and sending the small entertainer toppling to the floor it took the woman a few seconds to find her feet and smooth out her skirt and blouse.

Who could be at the door at this time of the afternoon? Pushing the pencil under the desk with the toe of her kitten heels Denver moved towards the door before pulling it slowly open and standing aside, letting whomever it was in. Letting her gaze find the visitor, the blonde let the name come to her before parting her full lips to speak.

"Evan, isn't it? Sky is in her office, why don't you go right in; I bet she's almost done for the night."

Garreth mustered up a slight smile “What’s your name?” he asked, lifting a brow, he hated small talk, he hated making it with supernatural creatures even more but it was what he needed to do, so he just dealt with it. He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t get real old, real fast. 

A slight tilt to her head Denver pushed off the wall and crossed the space between them, moving to lean against the slender lamppost opposite the male so that she was able to meet his gaze with her own. Bathed in the artificial light the blonde female held the males eyes, playfully challenging him before offering a smirk. Something about him told Denver he would try and stare her down all night, but if you asked her there was just no fun in that.

From the moment she and the cat had laid eyes on the tall male they had known he had been human, but nothing about that made them write him off. See, the thing about humans is that, despite the fact that they have no special abilities, no beast, no ... 'powers', they just never gave up. They train, work hard, carve their bodies into weapons of destruction, and to Denver, that made them one of the strongest species.

"Why are you asking my name like you care, what I am is more important to you. How about I give you three guesses, every time you get one wrong I step closer and if we get to three and you still don't know just what I am I get to cut that pretty skin of yours."

Taking yet another sip of her drink, Denver raised her glass in question, very much sober but wanting to have some fun anyway.